It was two days until Christmas, just one more day until Christmas Eve. I was at Walmart with my older sister Alyssa, trying to find a present for our father. “Eric, how much money did you say you had?” she questioned, rummaging through her purse. “Five dollars and seventy-eight cents,” I answered proudly. “Eric,” she began, reaching for the top shelf, “if we want to get Dad this Guinness set, we’ll need five more dollars.” I gazed down at the five-dollar bill in my tight fist, then looked back up at her with pleading eyes. “But Alyssa, I need those five dollars to buy my card set!” I whined. “Eric, you know how much Dad wanted this, right?” she said,…